And run around town, like Bonnie'n'Clyde But see the moves you're makin, the route you're takin Will lead to heartbreakin and I'm not mistaken You like
didn't love me. See me in the streets and it could get ugly. Like the inside of an ass crack. As that real bitch could be pass that (??) I'll be the last
Finest skunk, we just can roll it up and blaze it If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up If it ain't hustlin' and we got some
the night the police came marching in its like they wouldn't stop barging in asking momma what mob I'm in try strictly left us some scars within fighting
get a ride nigga can ya get it up 'cause i aint have no dick today wanna play then a bitch can just masterbate hope ya got some more control since our last
it 'cause all we got is the projects On the camouflage sets in the bricks, niggas die wet Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef Though it
a whole click And like "folls and giblets" That's some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit (Soopafly) Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more
hope for peace, let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. (peace, peace, peace, peace...) Peace - let's hope
It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now, just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's
the window I consider our purpose, the cold starsd look down, and There's a feeling that someone, or something, is Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like
Like some night bird homeward wingin' He seeks the sheltered nest Like the sailor's lost horizon He needs some place to rest The songs that he's been
food, grey walls turned 18, see any hope? think you'll fit, don't give a shit forget your past, 'cause nothin' lasts see some die, see shallow lies no
hope some day you'll pardon me For the damage that I've done Your father fought the needle And a judge says the needle won Looks like I traded our picket
last goodbye But I can't feel pain cause there's no one to blame Averly was always meant to be free, when she left she thought it best to take some company
very soul And the preachers they all pray, looking for some salvation I can't see how we made it through yesterday And tears fall like rain, those child-like hopes
you should give 'em another example Awright, give me a scratch, let's make it funky right here I got a ring on my phone May 5th last year It was my girlfriend
of my confessions Gave you buttered toast I dropped and picked up off the floor FYI, it was not a cold sore (Not a cold sore) Whoops, my bad (Hope you
the motherland and sell love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly Now an angel will die, covered in white with closed eyes & hoping